Since I was six I always wanted a dog. I'd always ask my dad if we could get a dog, but I was too young to have a responsibility that big. I had to show my dad responsibility like cleaning my room, watering the lawn and getting better grades at school. After a whole year of showing responsibility I asked him if I could get a dog for my birthday and he said yes. I started to look up pictures of dogs on the internet and came across a dog that had his skin so wrinkly it made me love him. I told my dad I wanted a neapolitan mastiff but no knowing what kind of breed it was. When October came around we started to look for a dog and my dad found a neapolitan mastiff on Pennysaver near where my dad worked. We went to go see the puppies the man …show more content…
After a few weeks my dad got the call from the guy to come and pick him up. My dad told us we would all go together and pick him up. I got out of school waiting for my dad to get home, but it felt like an eternity. When my dad pulled up into the driveway I ran out ready to go get him but when I opened the door I saw him in the passenger side seat. He had pooped all of the car and I had picked him up and just started hugging him so hard. I put him down and he was so scared he went under my dad's car. My mom started to take pictures of him and she took a picture of him and I …show more content…
He started to walk in circles for minutes, and I started to worry about why he was doing that, so for a whole week he simply got up and started barking and going in circles for no apparent reason. It was a week before I started college and at night he would start whining for hours for no reason and I would go outside with him and comfort him to until he went to sleep which was usually around 3 in the morning. I took him to the vet with my family and found out he had a brain disease. Our options were to operate on him but that was too expensive and instead we settled for medication, and when we got home I noticed him being able to sleep without any whining, but it all collapsed hours later when at night he started to whine and at that moment I knew I was going to lose a companion who stuck by my side my whole life. It was a friday three days before he turned ten years old. When I woke up I sat outside petting him and listening to music enjoying the last moment with him. My mom and dad got off work early to go take him the vet. The nurses their walked us into a room waiting for the doctor to come in and put him down. We waited there for an hour and in that hour he seem to start coming to us individually and putting his head on our laps. It felt like he was saying his goodbyes by separately walking to us. After he said his goodbyes the doctor came in and started to put him down, and at
What makes us who we are? To answer that question we must establish what we are. We are the most advanced generation of human being the world has ever seen. We as a people come up with new innovations and inventions every day that make life easier. It’s fairly easy to get caught up in what we are as a society and just think that who we are as well but, this isn 't the case. Who we are is also known as our personal identity and there are many aspects of this identity, so many in fact that focusing on only a few comprehensive aspects and going into depth on these aspects will provide a coherent view of what goes into making us who we are.
I am a lover of dogs and what I chose my topic about was dogs. I have three dogs I love them to pieces. Dogs have so much history from all the different breeds to how they came to be. They are very interesting from their head to their feet. Today I will tell you fun facts to old ancient, let’s begin!
It all started last year during summer break. I was with a couple of friends when he came along. He was short, round and had a learning disability. We thought that it'd be fun to pick on him for a while. We took turns shoving him around. I guess I shoved him too hard and he rolled down the hill we were on. When we found him he was barely breathing. We tried to help him because we thought that it'd be the right thing to do but then we realized that this was all our fault. We couldn't let him go so we carried him into the forest for the animals to finish him off. Days later, we returned to the forest only to find his body with teeth marks all over, he even lost his leg to a pack of coyotes. The worst part of it was that in the midst of all this, he was still alive slowly enduring this torture. We took our turns saying our apologies but we knew that it would never be enough.
Throughout history there has been a common connection between dogs and humans. Whether you use your dog for work, to help make a living, or just for pure enjoyment dogs have been by our side. Dogs are used by police departments to help track down criminals or illegal substances. In cold places such as Alaska dogs are used to pull sleds as a means of transportation. The common theme with all of these is dogs bring people happiness by being playful, comforting, and give their owners a sense of responsibility.
I knew I wanted guinea pigs for the longest time. They were the fluffiest and friendliest animals I had ever seen. I remember so vividly passing the tank they stayed in at our local pet store and longing for the day I could finally have one of my own. That day came several years later on a cold Tuesday morning during Winter Break. After asking my dad for what seemed like the billionth time, he caved.
In a study published in the American Journal of Occupational Therapy three wheelchair bound women and their service dogs were examined doing everyday tasks. The participants were 23, 47, and 67 years old and suffered from cerebral palsy, muscular dystrophy, and a spinal cord injury, respectively. All of the service dogs had been trained by Assistance Dogs of the West, and all of the participants were cognitively advanced enough that it would not cause a hindrance in performance. Two sectors were created to assess performance: functional performance and social interaction.
purpose is about a dog that goes through reincarnation into various lives. During every reincarnation he turns into a different dog and begins with a new owner again. While he goes through these changes, he tries to figure out what his purpose is in life.
There are dogs able to sniff out cancer cells, ones who can sense changes in the blood sugar levels of there masters and family members . The talents of these special animals are matched by those of tens of thousands of remarkable canines — dogs trained to sense disease and seizures, to assist the physically and emotionally disabled, and to provide comfort, affection, and therapy to their human companions.
On March 15, 2017, I visited the St. Hubert’s Animal Welfare Center, an animal shelter attached to the Mount Olive Petsmart in Flanders, New Jersey. As my family had recently adopted our third dog from the shelter in December of 2016, I was excited to return to the shelter, now with my knowledge from class to see what new things I noticed. Some main things that stuck out to me were being able to notice some of the changes that occur as a dog ages, the exercise that different dogs received, how each dog was cared for, and the shelter’s policy on spaying/neutering.
Some people may say a dog is just a dog, but for me they are extremely desirable. Dogs are a person’s best friend. They make me cry, laugh, and I wish never adopted one because they do smell. Although, dogs smell, it should not be a justification to not obtain one. I mean what does not smell? I never realized how taking care of a dog could change my life; until I saw how they sleep throughout the day, they are always there to comfort me, and how they provide a responsible way of living.
Coda loved when we went to the park to play or go for a walk. I remember when we got him, we took him to our house which then would be his home. All night that first day at his new home he would not stop crying, I thought he would eventually he would get tired and go to sleep, but he did not. After a few minutes passed since I last heard him, then the crying stopped. And he house was silent.
As a kid, I fell in love with the idea of getting a puppy for Christmas. Wrapped in a small box with a bow on top sitting under the tree just like the movies and tv shows I had seen. I can remember making a Christmas list of all the things I wanted that year, and every year the same thing that I wanted had said “puppy” with it underlined so that my mother knew which was my favorite on the list. Every year no surprise, I didn’t find a dog. I never understood why I never received one. When the kids at school talked about the few dogs they had at home made me so jealous, but I hoped that one day it would be me to have my own best friend at home.
When I was twenty-two years old, I answered an advertisement in the paper for free Labrador puppies. Driving up to the house, I saw all the little critters running around and having a ball of a time. I got into the pen with the pups, and finally decided on the shy runt who spent the majority of his time hiding under a board. I loved his personality and instantly knew he was the dog for me. I named him Charlie, and from that point on our master/dog relationship began.
When I was nine years old my grandparents adopted a two year puppy named, maximilian. We, of course, called him Max. When we went to the kennel to pick out a new dog Max didn 't seem like an option. He was a scrawny little puppy tucked in the corner of the shelter. Max was a boisterous springer spaniel mix, and when we first got him he was black and white. Overtime his white fur was masked by black spots, similar to age spots, which made him uniquely mine. Max was suppose to my grandfathers new hunting dog when he was newly adopted. However, at the very first gunshot Max bolted and my grandfather spent a three hours looking for Max in the woods. After the hunting incident my grandfather wrote Max off and, he became my dog.
After approximately thirty minutes, which felt like forever the vet came out of the door holding Puddles. His head was wrapped in a cloth, but he was feeling much better as his long and sticky tongue jumped out of his mouth. I ran up to him and took him from the vet and cuddled him with joy. He licked my face with his gooey and smelly breath, but I did not mind Puddles was happy and so was I.